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Lyrics: Rick

(c) 1990 Pitchfork

I'm painting you
and all the ugly things you do.
You're holding a machete
your mustache makes your arms too long.
Goddamn - I got a memory.
Yeah, man, I got a family.
I'll see your face in the closet,
cold cocked in the dark and left for dead

16 ribs a furry
sucking sun by the side of the road
toothless lady in no hurry
she's cheating death by driving slow.

Tire irons from jesus, only he would cheapen us,
only he would give a damn what your problems were.
Babies in the garbage can make your average cretin an honest man.
Where were you when they handed out the hearts?

High five
Long drive
Nose dive
You sense uptight
Yeah, it's funny because you don't feel a thing,
when every pin is dropping down and every cog is grinding round.

Laughing
joking
drinking
smoking

Maybe you ain't much more than a scenery...
tho' that isn't how you've pegged yourself.
Similar thoughts have been thought before.
The padding doesn't seem to help.

This is all my fun
this is all my fur
scattered on my carpet
settled in my hair
the skids sleep in my laundry
this is on my carpet
smoke cigs on my stairs
on a drop dead afternoon
laughing gas in a flesh balloon

but every now and then,
that crap smells almost fragrant.
Most of my inventions
I built with what i stole

Lyrics: Rick 'cept "Step on C" by John

(c) 1992 Drive Like Jehu

Gracie, we're makin babies, yea, we're barefoot on the tiles
we make 'em soft and small and tender, it's the biggest hazard of your
gender
gotta hold it by yourself
Gracie, hold yourself together, it's bad now but it
gets better
we're all here to help

everything is swollen, everything is
swell... everybody's watching

they all wanna see it kick

pleasure is your crime, junior is your punishment
happens all the time, everybody rub it in.

It ain't hard to find fault in any thing you do,
we learned to love the hard way, you're gonna learn it too.

'A' frames, statuettes, sunset magazine
they're lining up to do their jobs but i swear to god i seen:
bits and guts and pieces hanging from the trees
Stumpy mow the lawn, c'mon, ya gotta bare piece a' ground.
Pour some concrete, buy a sofa, lay yer body down

quiet ... when I'm here alone
I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone
I said good luck in jail the last time I called home
I need somebody I can talk to, but I think I broke the phone

Do you compute?
I think you do
don't need it proven
don't wanna listen
don't need a tour of the pieces i'm missing
as if you were put here to straighten us out
and everything you said was being written down
you weren't and it isn't and nobody's listening,
and nobody gives a fuck what you go do with your life

I got a shingle and i'll guard it with my life,
i'm just keeping off the flies
yeah i drank from the tap
shoulda left it in the pipes
this is my cause and my excuse
i'll take the loss but i'll get what i got due.

Failures in outer space, failures and crimes,
lets get something straight: s'not for mine.
before you were born, after you die,
failures in outer space, failures and crimes,

it's depth - whatever its worth -
it's in the unit to measure the curse -
it's in the set-up yeah it's built in,
whatever the get up - yeah it's built in -
wait til the rubout - wait til the purge -
wipe the last ahole the fuck off our turf -

aloha! aloha! suit up!
luau! luau! luau! luau!

kill off the tourist and we'll all sleep sound
cash-in their fillings & blow it in town
we'll blow it on rifles, we'll blow it on drinks,
head in the corner, head in the sink

You set it up, you set it right,
it's fair enough. al'right:
if i want a loan, if i wanna trespass.
why should i walk when you've got wheels.
when i'm in doubt, when i'm in debt,
when i'm in deep at your expense.
then i owe you. i owe you. i owe.

i'd never make you suffer, i know that wouldn't do,
and that ain't practical, and i ain't through.
when what i got needs fixing, when i want something new,
i know i'm covered with you. your're my human interest...